The C Word Saga continues with “The Big Drip.”Â
FOL #2 – 9/23/99
Dear F.O.L.,
What do Vladimir Lenin, dead cockroaches and my mother all have in common?
A) They spend all day laying on their backs
B) Lots of people look at them with awkward curiosity
C) They can survive nuclear fallout
D) All of the above
If you guessed “D,” you are well on your way to knowing what it is to be a chemotherapy patient!
So here we sit in the hospital on Day 3 of what we are affectionately referring to as “The Big Drip.” Rich and Lois received the call at 2pm Tuesday afternoon that it was time to come for her cocktail. “I’m sorry,” she replied, “but I never drink before five.” As it turned out, it took the bartender eight hours to mix the stuff anyway, so she didn’t get started until midnight.
Hard as she tried to convince them that all she wanted was Diet Coke with a lime, they felt compelled to give her the adriamycin. It looks just like Orange Kool-Aid, but this stuff could take the hair off a wooly mammoth. Fortunately it hasn’t upset her a bit. The doctor gave her anti-anxiety medicine, and she’s floating like a dandelion in the breeze. Where the hell was this stuff when we were kids?
The last drop will infuse at midnight Friday, and we’ll stay 12 more hours so Mom can get two more delicious hospital meals before heading home. Then it’s bedrest on Sunday (see cockroach reference above), and she goes nuclear Monday morning.
We’ll check back in once we’re radioactive.
Regards,
Brian
The next installment will be published on Wednesday. Hope you’ll come back.
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Love it!!!